Lyrics:
cool, stop
You were never hot, you will never pop
Every song you write, all they do is flop
Tryin' not to laugh, this is not a task
Said this what they
deuce cause I like 4
When I light dro she wanna know how my time go
Time go slow when she ride me
But time too fast in my city
It don't slow down and it
!
Anybody in their right mind could rap over that man!
Yeah, there ain't no doubt, that's a pretty cool beat too
Yo we got this... we got this group coming
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look
Got one life to live and I give mine to the set nigga
Catch him, four five six, better play your role
Hi kids
Welcome to cloud nine
We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us!
We got some special suprises for your red asses today
We got the insane clown
me that)
Look, you ain't cool, I'm feeling wavy and I'm feeling too drunk
You come over bitch, I just wanna fuck (You comin' over)
Look, you ain't
SLURP Gang
Ch ch chyeah
I be repping CM Dub
I be with them Cuz
Riding slow in a blue van
I'm too hammed up
Get your two hands up
Stick em up like we
a real hood nigga do right by you
I see you all alone
(Yea I see you girl)
It's cool cause I'm rollin solo too
You should call my phone (And let me get
Sleepy never let up, huh
I'm too hot, dawg, better catch up (huh)
Hol' on (wait, wait), hol' on
I'm too hot though, better catch up, huh (wow)
Pull up,
World so cold, That y'all making it hot
Cool it back down, Before we lose the spot
Check on yo temper, And the temperature
Before you choosing who
Imma step for my gang no matter the cost
It's fuck what you thought
Fine line in between the right and the wrong
Imma show you the sauce
Keep a tight
I'm dabbin'
Eighteen hours in Moscow
What the hell them niggas doin' in Moscow?
Yung Rich Nation, Migo gang now
Have an international fame now
She
a bad girl, if you into that one too
My American dream in jeans all blue
Keep it cool like crushed ice cubes
It's you felonious in a foreign coupe
In
died in my anno
I'm responsible for his mama
His daughter too, bet you she can go whatever college she wanna
Still that rough bands in my bank roll,
the feeling i got plenty dough (never broke)
Hot girl summer ain't it you just a little hoe (skrt)
You got a gun oh that's cool where's your money tho? (boop
(You say)
You say you be big boy
Yeah am a big boy
You say you cool yeah me too (Aye)
You say you hot yeah me too (Aye)
You say you fine yeah me too
hope you never change, we Sniper Gang until the end
My brother, my cousin, my niggas down there in the feds
Even though he ain't ride for me, every
too
I'ma take your ass home and let you meet my boo
She gotta switch, I hope she don't shoot you
(Hot) Hot as shit with a fan, she keep it cool (Huh)
hot
We gon' cool 'em down (Phew, phew, on God)
Bitch, I got gang with me
Don't fuck with lame niggas
Got draco on me, they ain't took no chain
Nigga
cool niggas die too
Yeah nigga, It's true, cool niggas die too
It could happen to me, it could happen to you
But yeah It's true
I met Jamico when I went
a peacock with feather
I'm hot and I'm cold like I switch up the weather
You mess up with me know you under the weather
I'm in a Rich Gang cause we do it
Love you like a sundae
On a hot summer day
Love you like a cool breeze
Yet the hottest game up in them sheets
Running circles 'round me too
'Cause I'm so
Naw I can't go, nigga used to be broke No bap, but I'm getting to the bag now
Won't lie man this life shit hard but I came too far, I ain't really
sure you have regrets
Never lacking when I step
One eye close I smile and press
Or a dipper by leg
If I'm bopping and it's hot
Truss me either way better
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